The Forgotten Princess - chapter 2

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Recap:

Haven’s pov.

 

He stopped us in front of a midnight black Kawasaki Ninja ZX10R 3 motorcycle.

My jaw dropped as I drooled over the glorious machine.

I’ve always wanted one.

“ is this yours?” I asked looking at him.

“yes.” he replied as he threw a leg over the bike.

He handed me a black full head shielded helmet, as placed his own over his head.

I placed it on my head and threw a leg over the bike.

My height helped a lot.

I probly wouldn’t of gotten on the bike with out help if i wasn’t 6 ft.

Dominic was tall to he was 6’ 4” ish.

I wonder if it’s a were wolf thing.

As soon as I was on Dominic grabbed my hands and put them in his hoodie pocket.

I laced my fingers tightly and closed the space between us scared I’d fall off.

With a purr of the engine we were off faster than lightening.

I watched as buildings and house’s and tree’s flew by till we were surrounded by a dense

Forest.

We slowed down as we entered what appeared to be a small village.

Dominic cut the engine when we were in front of a mansion sized house.

“this is where you live?” I asked doubly

“this is where WE live” he said emphasizing the we part.

We got off the bike. I wandered up the path to the door.

There were flowers everywhere… millions of them!

The house it’s self was made out of wood and gave off the feeling of comfort.

Dominic slid passed me to open the door.

As I took a step in I heard “home” come from my wolf.

She was right this felt like home.

 

 

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Haven’s pov.

 

This house looks even bigger on the inside.

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